After an unknown period of time, Han Shuo opened his sore eyes. His whole body ached terribly, and his brain hurt even more. It was as if he had a severe migraine, and his brain seemed to be filled with a mess of things.
He looked around. The surroundings were dusky. Piles of ghastly white bones were scattered messily in all directions. In the distance, there were some strange black substances that emitted a strong stench that made people want to vomit.
"Sigh, I'm really dead. This must be the underworld!"
Han Shuo's heart was like dead ashes. He thought to himself, "I'm really unlucky to have died at such a young age. I was crippled in my previous life. I should quickly reincarnate and try to be different in my next life."
Just as Han Shuo was thinking about this, his brain suddenly hurt terribly. After holding his headache and crying for a while, he felt as if he had learned a lot of things.
"Brian … Brian … who is Brian?"
Half an hour later …
Han Shuo was dumbfounded. He thought to himself, "How could such a bizarre thing as reincarnation happen to me? Moreover, I actually reincarnate into a foreigner's body. What kind of magic did that old lunatic Chu Canglan do? Did he make a mistake?"
Han Shuo's eyes had slowly adapted to the darkness. He moved his limbs and brought his right arm in front of his eyes to take a look. The black mole on his wrist was gone. What was left were hideous scars that looked like earthworms wriggling on his arm. It made Han Shuo shudder with just a glance.
This body wasn't his. Han Shuo was dumbfounded. Then, he realized that he had really reincarnated in another person's body …
Although Brian was dead, Han Shuo didn't know why but he actually knew about Brian's past. Then, Han Shuo knew that not only had he reincarnated in another person's body, but he hadn't reincarnated in America, England, or any other western country.
In a strange world called the Profound Continent, in a strange country called the Lancelot Empire. — This was a bizarre continent where swords, magic, and alien races ran rampant.
Brian's parents died when he was young, and when he was only ten, he was sold by his uncle to a slave trader. The slave trader then sold Brian to the Babylon Academy of Magic and Force. Brian's life was filled with darkness from then on.
Brian had been sixteen years old before his death. He'd been assigned to the weakest necromancy major in the Babylon Academy of Magic and Force — an errand boy.
Over the past six years, his job had been to help necromancy students move the skeletons, zombies, and other waste products from failed necromancy magic experiments into this graveyard. In addition to this main job, he was also in charge of making tea, pouring water, sweeping the floor, and getting rid of insects.
Also, the necromancy students would use him to test the combat abilities of skeletons or ghouls, or experiment with necromancy spells on him.
The cowardly and cowardly Brian had lived a life worse than death in these six years. His entire body was riddled with scars. Eating the disgusting bread and doing endless things, the necromancy students would always find Bryan to practice their skills whenever they lost a magic competition with other majors.
A sixteen year old youth, six years of torture. What kind of cruel treatment was this for a child?
There were many times when Brian wanted to end his life by committing suicide, but his cowardly self didn't even have the courage to do so. Just like that, he endured the pain in silence for six years.
Finally, the day before yesterday, his soul was invaded by a "vengeful spirit" summoned by the little witch of the necromancy major, Lisa — and he died. At the moment of his death, Brian didn't feel a trace of pain. He only felt the joy of being freed from the pain of his heart.
Brian had been moving corpses and broken skeletons for six years. In the end, he was also thrown into a grave by another odd-job worker, the one that he often threw into the same place as trash.
Han Shuo had already felt that his life had been dark enough, but when compared to Brian, Han Shuo suddenly felt a lump in his throat. For the first time, he thought that he'd been very happy all these years.
After understanding Brian's past, Han Shuo felt a lump in his throat. His voice choked with emotion as he sighed, "How can there be such a foolish and cowardly youth in this world! Brian, I've taken over your body. What should I do for you? "
Han Shuo suddenly felt a trace of something like liquid in his body. At this moment, Han Shuo felt a pain in his head as some memory fragments suddenly appeared. The trace of liquid slowly flowed around Han Shuo's body. At this moment, Han Shuo became a bit sluggish as his mind passively learned many things — from the inexplicable old psycho Chu Canglan.
There were nine levels of demonic cultivation: solid, meridian opening, molded spirit, true demon, bloodlust, separate demon, carnal, nine changes, and omen. Demonic practitioners were bloodthirsty and could do whatever they wanted. They didn't care about any morals or laws, and pursued absolute strength.
Once they became demonic, they would possess the peerless ability to move mountains and drain seas.
After sitting for who knew how long, Han Shuo learned many things that he'd never imagined in the past. Moreover, Han Shuo was sure that something must have gone wrong with Chu Canglan's last magic trick. Chu Canglan's own soul was gone, but he had left behind all the memories of that demonic cultivation technique.
That trace of something flowing in his body should be the most basic and important demonic yuan — the foundation of all demonic cultivation techniques. According to Chu Cang Lan's memories, it would take at least three to five years for a demonic cultivator to condense demonic yuan. However, Han Shuo didn't know anything about it and didn't do anything. However, there was a trace of demonic yuan in his body — although it was pitifully weak, Han Shuo knew that it was indeed demonic yuan.
Han Shuo thought to himself, Chu Canglan, that old psycho, although he wanted me to be his scapegoat, he didn't expect that he would send me to such an unfamiliar time and space. The messy demonic cultivation techniques in his head must have been left behind by Chu Canglan before he died.
Although Han Shuo knew a little about this unfamiliar world through poor Brian, Brian was only a cowardly errand slave of the Babylon Academy of Magic and Force. His knowledge was very limited. Han Shuo began to let his imagination run wild for the rest of his life.
Brian was dead, and Han Shuo had taken over his body. Han Shuo was Brian now, and Brian had been sold to the Academy of Magic and Force — this was an eternal mark of identity. In this unfamiliar world, the punishment for slaves who ran away was cruel and terrifying. Therefore, Han Shuo couldn't run, and he might not be able to. Moreover, Han Shuo had no money — not even a copper coin.
After careful consideration for a long time, Han Shuo finally decided to return to the Babylon Academy of Magic and Force. That was the only place where he could change his identity as a slave, and also do something for the poor dead Brian.
Han Shuo's entire body was in excruciating pain (Brian still had many old injuries when he was alive). He was just about to stand up when he felt his entire body aching. He couldn't help but cry out loudly and sit down on his butt.
Han Shuo didn't have a single good impression of Chu Canglan who had forcefully taken him away. The world that Chu Canglan lived in was also foreign to Han Shuo. However, from the memories that Chu Canglan had left behind, Han Shuo knew that practicing demonic arts could strengthen one's body from the start. Towards the end, one could even fly in the sky and move mountains and drain the seas. There was nothing one couldn't do.
Although Han Shuo felt that Chu Canglan was a little crazy, just the fact that he could fly directly to the moon with Han Shuo was enough for Han Shuo to vaguely believe that the description of flying in the sky and earth in the demonic arts was true.
There was a weak trace of magical yuan in Han Shuo's body. He held the thought of giving it a try in order to increase his chances of survival. Han Shuo recalled the difficult incantations of the demonic arts and began to focus his mental strength as hard as he could according to the first "solid" incantation. He wanted to control that weak trace of magical yuan.
Han Shuo focused his mind and began to control that weak strand of magical yuan according to the "solid" incantation. As a result, he found that the weak strand of magical yuan was just as Chu Canglan had said — wherever the mind wanted, the magical yuan would go.
Delighted, Han Shuo thought to himself that although Chu Canglan seemed a little crazy, he didn't expect that the demonic arts he had left behind would actually have some effect. Thinking of this, he began to focus his mind and began to circulate that weak strand of magical yuan in his body according to the "solid" incantation.
When Han Shuo's stomach growled, he woke up from his cultivation. He didn't know how long he had been cultivating, but Han Shuo felt that the pain in his body had lessened significantly, and his body had regained some strength. He had only been cultivating for a short while, and there were already such results. Who knew how long that crazy old Chu Canglan had been cultivating? No wonder he had dared to go to the moon. Han Shuo could imagine how strong he had been when he was still alive.
As soon as he stopped cultivating, Han Shuo noticed something strange — that strand of magical yuan no longer circulated according to the "solid" incantation's rules when Han Shuo stopped cultivating. Instead, it wandered through Han Shuo's flesh, bones, hands, feet, head, and every part of his body.
The first "solid" realm was a kind of forging of the body. It was a process of strengthening the muscles, skin, and bones. In this "solid" realm, in addition to slowly refining magical yuan, some perverted masters who were obsessed with demonic arts would also use all sorts of methods to constantly beat their bodies, causing them to be constantly damaged and then tempered with magical yuan. Only by working both inside and outside of the body could one cultivate faster.
"This demonic cultivation method is simply self-torture! But Brian has always been doing this. Perhaps I'll be able to cultivate the "solid" realm even faster when I return to the Academy. It looks like being Brian isn't without its benefits! "
Han Shuo sighed inwardly and decided to leave this place first. When he thought of this, Han Shuo suddenly felt that he was an idiot for staying in this tomb all this time. He couldn't bear the stench any longer.
The dim light came from above. According to Brian's memories, Han Shuo knew that there was a large hole above where broken bones and skeletons had been tossed. He felt sore all over as he stood up, his body riddled with scars. Six years of torture had long since weakened Brian's body. He had also been eating poor quality food, so it was only natural that he was all skin and bones. He was also only 1.6 meters tall.
Stepping on the moss, Han Shuo dragged his frail body up with all his might. After climbing for a while and falling five or six times, Han Shuo finally crawled out of the tomb. When he saw the full moon illuminating the earth and the silver splendor of the cemetery, Han Shuo felt the joy of being reborn as a human from the bottom of his heart.
Feeling the magical essence still roaming through his body, Han Shuo comforted himself that he would definitely have good fortune after surviving this calamity. Moreover, he still had something to rely on this time — the secret demonic cultivation method that Chu Canglan had left behind for him might be able to help him realize a dream that he had never dared to dream of in the past.
But what Han Shuo didn't know was that the trace of magical essence that Chu Canglan had left in his body not only helped him "solidify", but was also a seed. As this seed changed his body, it also changed many of his thoughts. His mind had been filled with evil thoughts that he hadn't dared to carry out before, but this seed of evil now made it so that he couldn't control himself even if he wanted to.
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